I officially hit the low point earlier this week. Then I hit it again for good measure this afternoon when sighting in my muzzleloader this afternoon in preparation for the opener in NH this Saturday. I’ve never boxed anyone, but I imagine my week has been similar to receiving a swift upper gut followed by a right hook. I also imagine that if I was a boxer I’d be like Rocky. I keep taking hits, but I keep getting back up. Soon enough I’ll deliver a knockout punch of my own.
Friday night found me sitting in a ladder stand overlooking Christian’s food plot. In what would be my last archery hunt in Vermont for the year, I was hoping to encounter some venison on the hoof. I had actually planned to hunt NH all weekend, but a call from Christian changed my mind. He told me there had been a lot of recent activity in the food plot, even some right before dark. As it turned out, I was the only activity in the food plot on Friday night.
It was a frustrating day for me today. I finally had an opportunity at a deer this past weekend but came home empty handed. To say I’m baffled at the outcome would be an understatement.
On Saturday morning, I pulled my climber out of the woods in Vermont with thoughts of using it in New Hampshire on Sunday evening. I hiked a good ways into the woods to a spot where I had started the season. It takes a while to get to the location so I’d only hunted it two other times this year. I saw deer both times though I wasn’t set up in a stand either time.
My spatial awareness is off. That’s why I didn’t see the doe until I’d walked within 46.8 yards of her. Tonight, I whacked my head when shutting the kitchen cabinet. On Tuesday, I thought I was further away from where I figured the deer would be then I actually was. It’s all starting to make sense. Too bad there’s not a cure…
Tuesday evening found me half asleep in a ladder stand overlooking some oaks. I’ve been overly tired this week for some reason. Part of me wants to know why; the other part of me wants to sleep it off. That’s why I decided to climb out of the treestand at 5:15. I wasn’t there to sleep, I was there to hunt.
This weekend I was able to get out Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings. On Friday, I went with my friend, Christian, who invited me to sit in a stand overlooking his new food plot. I finally saw something…
Since I’d never been to his food plot, we walked in together so he could explain where I could expect the deer to come from. He pointed out the ladder stand which was set up on one end of the plot in an old pasture pine. Given the terrain and openness of woods behind the stand, it was fairly exposed to a deer that might be eating in the plot.